Hearing the young Meng Zhao call him a brat of the imperial clan, Mu Yi's face darkened, black lines crowding across his forehead. Still, in terms of martial arts, Meng Zhao was indeed the more accomplished, so there was nothing wrong with calling him a brat.
However, he had taken some of Meng Zhao's words to heart. He could trust his intuition, but he could not be certain of it. Though the principle was simple, he should have understood it long ago. How had he forgotten it without even realizing?
The others, hearing Meng Zhao speak, also gave the matter more thought. True enough, it was Meng Zhao who had pointed it out, but whether they believed it depended on themselves.
In truth, they should believe it, and they had to believe it. It merely meant being more wary of one person. That was the vigilance a martial artist ought to possess. If it truly proved useful, it would instead be a good thing.
On the other hand, if they stubbornly insisted on their own views and had to oppose Meng Zhao at every turn, then if Lu Hou'er really had a problem, would they not be harming themselves?
Let alone the others, even Third Young Master Bai could understand this after thinking it over. The look he gave Lu Hou'er gained several layers of meaning. What exactly was this fellow's trump card?
According to Meng Zhao, the power residing within Lu Hou'er's body was deeply entangled with Lishou Mountain, and it seemed capable of influencing the final victor of the Town Evil Golden Hall. In Third Young Master Bai's view, it was most likely inseparably connected to Xingtian's Head!
As for Lu Hou'er, having his secret exposed by Meng Zhao left him shocked and enraged, yet utterly helpless.
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